“Tufty Giraffe“ by Celia Berrell

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Tufty Giraffe  

Giraffe, giraffe,

a cow and calf.

Both have horns

called occicones

with tips 

of hairy follicles.

This photograph

has baby calf

with horn-tufts

that have grown so long,

it looks as though

his hair’s gone wrong!

But male giraffes

use fighting crafts

where heads and horns

get bashed and worn.

Long hairs get snapped,

rubbed-off, impinged,

removing all that

flaunty fringe.

Read more giraffe facts here:

https://www.animalfactsencyclopedia.com/Giraffe-fight.html#:~:text=Even%20aggression%20between%20adult%20bulls,eachother%20while%20drinking%20or%20napping.

And watch two male giraffes fighting here:

“Rebellion – Punk Revival “– By Louise McCarthy

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It’s just a phase, 

An episode,

A rebellious turn,

Part of the road.

It’s just a stage,

The youths are idle,

Unexpected – 

You’ve lost the bridle,

Then you screech

“If I’ve told you once…” 

The same old speech…

Like talking to the fence.

Suspended talk, mid litany – 

You take a long, deep breath.

Then comes this weird epiphany,

And you storm off down the street!

Five hours later you reappear,

The family’s really missed you.

“We’re starving…” Yes – they make it clear,

Unplugging from their gadgets.

They tear away from cyberspace,

Reality’s for ancients.

But then they see you sitting there,

All calm – relaxed and quiet.

“Mum! What’s happened to your hair?

It really looks a riot!”

You deal a punk rock “I’m so cool” stare,

More striking than your monologue.

A flashback to those teenage years – 

Rebellion seems a distant fog.

“Now listen…” And there’s not a sound,

Then the stylus hits the vinyl…

The record spins around and round,

Rebellion – punk revival.

 

“Giraffe Challenge” by Monty Edwards

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Can you draw a tall giraffe,

Followed closely by her calf?

Make this mother twice as tall

As the calf, who’ll still be small.

Please be sure their necks are long:

No-one likes to get that wrong!

Give them spindly legs: quite thin,

Next put markings on their skin.

Make the ground beneath them flat;

Add some grass to go with that.

Not too lush though – rather sparse:

Let the earth show through the grass.

Each giraffe should face a tree

Where the leaves they eat will be.

Can they reach those leaves to eat?

Then your picture is complete!

“Birds Eye View” by Toni Newell

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Birds Eye View

Sitting on a branch up high,

In the Serengeti plain,

I spot a giraffe and her calf,

Crossing the dry terrain.

As a bird of prey,

They’re of little interest to me,

However, the calf looks hilarious,

He’s as funny as funny can be.

Galloping with an earnest face,

Long hair straight in the air,

I haven’t ever seen that before,

So, I thought I just might share.

 

“Choosing Shoes” by Pat Simmons

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Choosing Shoes

 

Gum boots when it’s raining

Sports shoes when I’m training

Sparkly shoes for dancing

Riding boots for prancing

Sandals for a summer’s day

High heeled shoes for dress up play

Then sadly comes that time of year

When Mum says, ‘Let’s go shopping dear.

Your feet keep growing, time to choose

A nice new pair of (yuk!) School Shoes.’

 

“At the dinosaur picnic” by Katherine Gallagher

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At the dinosaur picnic

 

Dandy dinosaurs dancing

Dreamy dinosaurs drinking

Dexterous dinosaurs dinking

Dainty dinosaurs dazzling

Devilish dinosaurs diving

Dozy dinosaurs dallying

Delicate dinosaurs dawdling

“Idyllicacryliclycralyric” by Kate O’Neil

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Idyllicacryliclycralyric

 

I’m a biker. I’m a hiker

and I love acrylic lycra.

 

I’m specific that acrylic

is the lycra that I like

for especially when biking

it is greatly to my liking

to be free to frisk and frolic

when I reach somewhere idyllic

and I get down from my bike.

 

And lycra that’s acrylic,

when the heat is diabolic,

just wicks away the wet

so there’s never trickling sweat

to upset the mood euphoric

when I reach a place bucolic

on a long laborious hike.

… or a day-trip on my bike.

 

That’s why acrylic lycra’s what I like.